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My email pals, AIM Buddies and ICQ friends are MY angels.
I get a constant flow of incredible email which most times makes me laugh, but sometimes almost bring me to tears and the latter makes me realize that there is always someone out there in a worse position than I and I stop feeling sorry for myself.
The following story was sent to me by a friend, I have no idea where it originated.
Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight,and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty.
He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold
And God there is just one more thing I wish that you would do
If you donīt mind me asking To just bless my "puter" too?
Now I know that is not normal To bless a small machine
But listen just a second and I will try to explain...
You see this little metal box Holds more than odds and ends
Inside those small components Rest a hundred loving Friends
Some is true Iīve never seen And most Iīve never met
Weīve never shaken hands or Ever truly hugged, and yet...
I know for sure they love me By the kindness they give
And this little scrap of metal Is how I get to where they live
By faith is how I know them Much the same as I know you
A share of life brings them close to me So if itīs OK with you...
Just take an extra minute From all your duties above...
To bless this little hunk of steel Thatīs filled with so much Love...
Success
is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit ---
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.
Author Unknown
This following poem was sent to me by someone who has become a real friend, someone I met on the Net, who has had the caring and patience to care about my problems, when she's had a lifetime of her own. She'll know who she is when she sees this. She's given me strength to be 'Tuff'er.
A dream
resulted in this insightful, thought-provoking poem . . .
(The actual account of a dream, by Craig F. Pitts)
I dreamed I was in Heaven,where an angel
kept God's book.
He was writing so intently I just had to take a look.
It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle that was marked Eternal ink.
This ink was most amazing, dark black upon
his blotter
But as it touched the parchment it became as clear as water.
The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing with that strange Eternal ink.
The angel took no notice, but kept writing
on and on.
He turned each page and filled it till all its space was gone.
I thought he wrote to no avail, his efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages that he'd never read again.
And as I watched and wondered that this
awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black as it dried upon the line.
The angel wrote and I thought I saw alook of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show for all his earnest action.
A line or two dried dark and stayed as black
as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph became invisible to see.
The book was getting fuller, the angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through.
I knew there was some reason, but as hard as
I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance of that Eternal ink.
The mystery burned within me, and I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me of his amazing task.
And what I heard was frightful as the angel
turned his head.
He looked directly at me, and this is what he said . . .
"I know you stand and wonder at what my writing's worth
But God has told me to record the lives of those on earth.
"The book that I am filling is an
accurate account
Of every word and action and to what they do amount.
"And since you have been watching I must tell you what is
true;
The details of my journal are the strict accounts of YOU.
"The Lord asked me to watch you as each
day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church, I saw you as you prayed.
"But I was told to document your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek.
"I recorded all your attitudes whether
they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write the things that make God sad.
‘So now I'll tell the wonder of this Eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery should make you stop and think.
"This ink that God created to help me
keep my journal
Will only keep a record of things that are Eternal.
"So much of life is wasted on things that matter not
So instead of my erasing, smudging ink and ugly blot.
"I just keep writing faithfully and let
the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide what's useless and what's best.
"And God ordained that as I write of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing will just disappear away.
"When books are opened someday, as sure
as Heaven is true;
The Lord's Eternal ink will tell what mattered most to you.
"If you just lived to please yourself the pages will be
bare,
And God will issue no reward for you when you get there.
"In fact, you'll be embarrassed, you
will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself in love to Jesus' Name.
"Yet maybe there will be a few recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared, sincerely loved and
prayed.
"But you will always wonder as you
enter Heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been if only you'd done more.
"For I record as God sees, I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written with God's Eternal ink."
When I heard the angel's story I fell down
and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died.
And I said, "Oh angel tell the Lord that soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Jesus, I'll do all for His dear sake.
"I'll give in full surrender; I'll do
all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin and whatever isn't true.
"And though the way seems long and rough I promise to
endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things that are holy, clean and pure.
"With Jesus as my helper, I will win
lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Christ for all Eternity.
"And that's what really matters when my life on Earth is
gone
That I will stand before the Lord and hear Him say, well done.
"For is it really worth it as my life
lies at the brink?
And I realize that God keeps books with His Eternal ink.
"Should all my life be focused on things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve the Lord; I can, I will, I must!
"I will NOT send blank pages up to
God's majestic throne
For where that record's going now is my Eternal home.
"I'm giving all to Jesus I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life with God's Eternal ink!"
From: "im4jesus" <im4jesus@iolusa.com>
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